Sweet Disposition – The Temper Trap

Sweet disposition.
Never too soon.
Oh, reckless abandon,
like no one’s watching you.

A moment of love, a dream, a laugh.
a kiss, a cry, our rights, our wrongs.
A moment of love, a dream, a laugh.
A moment of love, a dream, a laugh.
So stay there,
cause I’ll be coming over,
and while our blood’s still young,
so young it runs
We won’t stop ‘til it’s over.
Won’t stop to surrender.